Black and White Ping PongA Poem by OydrinOn struggling morally.
Between pleasure and pain
Tossed about By your skin and your soul Bossed around Weighed my losses and gains You I found, What's a person to do? Lost and found I'm a pious profane Not denied Both a demon and saint Only eyed Once or twice in a day Then foregone When forgotten, no tears Carry on.
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